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[after DJ Premier intro] [Guru] It's that wise older brother That mind-moldin brother Still that nine-holdin brother, spittin like no other I smother other rappers as they gasp for air Came to give you exactly what you asked for here I'm like a one man task force here And once again, brains on bend as I go half with Premier Here, I go you the mic, sike This is my stage kid, you'll feel my rage kid tonight Who's gangsta, who's flossin, who's thuggin, who's boss man I'm here to get respect from L.A. from Boston My celly rings often cuz I got the goods MC's ride the wood, any beef I got the hoods Now come come now, what the heck were you thinkin Feel the dum dum's now, leavin you numb while you leakin I'm speakin, just to let you rap pro's know Ain't no gimmicks, no phony image, cuz I'm a natural [Chorus x2] The natural, the actual, the factual The classical, the radical You wanna act tough, we ain't mad at you It's just that we are here to adjust your phony attitude SongtexteGang Starr, we holdin it down just like a gat'll do [Guru] So natural, chicks in VIP come downstairs Rush me in pairs, shouldn't have brought them around here The rules say don't check the pimp, check the hoe Check the flow, I'm all up in the trap catchin the bankroll My steel shank holds one in the chamber like Antonio 'Course I'm a stand-up guy, but you don't know me though I'm righteous, but I might just unvail my portfolio The plot just thicken and you've been stricken like polio Who's so-and-so, I'm tired of the lackluster busters It's the black General Custard, the king conductor to dust ya Touch ya, cuz you had nerve to try and conjure A way to surpass the master, but now I bombed ya Skiggy-hair man style like Lee Archer Five foot eight, Guru the Great, still a tree sparker I see farther than you average rap pro's Son here's a rattle, you've never seen battle I'm a natural [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania